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The Ferryman
He had opaque eyes,
Rather we could not see our reflection
In them.
The old ones come here,
Particularly the men. They come to be served
As well as to eat.
They come here for the company
If not always the conversation. And they died.
He would visit the old ones
In the hospital to say goodbye.
He would fly with green wings, only he
For the rest of us didn’t concern ourselves
With death, being another part of the business.
He never talked about it,
Except to say someone said hello,
Meaning goodbye. Our eyes were closed.
Copyright ©
Patrick Non
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